okay okay every body shots like what you doing the streets you got to do a precisely I got that Glock 19 and I'm holding it tightly I can't go out like you you a bum Hell lyrics for fame but didn't have none didn't have no Knuckles didn't have no tracker didn't have no Locker God no one not a fight I'mma have to throw away the clock 19 let me go get a RPG okay now guess what I'm carrying this now on me like like you think that everything is free like word to bro I'll put you on a t no cap no cap keep playing with me but you going to meet your end turn everything on me cuz I'm fresh like I'm trying to come with a friend come with a friend you die with a friend that's how life goes it depends